This chapter was set on not being written. Bugger.
Prompt: "Until"
Some mornings, Lily likes to reach over, and hug the empty side of her bed. She smirks, gets up, and starts her day with the sort of satisfaction that would have worried others. By those nights however, she staggered in, plastered, and sobbing on Molly's—the younger—shoulder, because Molly was the only one with enough patience to get her into home after one of her benders.
"I'm the most awful person alive," she sobs as Molly gets her out of her filthy clothes and into fresh pyjamas. "I don't blame him for leaving! Look at me, I'm an absolute mess." She rants for at least another twenty minutes as Molly soothes, and shushes her until at last she sleeps. She'll leave her cousin a potion to help with her hang over later, but enough Molly doesn't have the patience to keep watch over her all night.
Other mornings, Lily wakes up sobbing, clutching at the empty side of the bed. Those days, she won't get up until after two when Roxanne and Fred force her up, and cook her something. Those nights end with her passed out in her bathtub, nursing a firewhiskey.
Most mornings, however, usually start with her reaching over to find Scorpius still sleeping soundly. Those mornings, she smile, kiss his shoulder blade lightly, then get up, and make breakfast. Those nights could end up any variety of ways, but recently, most nights have ended in fights, and one of them stalking off somewhere.
Lily knows they can't last, not the way they're going, but at least she prays for the good mornings more often before it does end. Which of the two mornings is better, she couldn't say, but she wishes all the same.